Just Me Poem by Jyniqua Bentford
Just Me
I hear voices inside my head.
Telling me I’m better off dead.
No whereto escape from the things,
I can only sit back and accept the pain.
\No longer a knife to the wrist releases the pain within,
So I raise the gun to my head and let the games begin.
With a 9mm and no one home,
A bullet to my brain is free to roam.
The 9 sounds and my pain still isn’t free
Still no one feels the pain, just me
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5/2/2024 6:57:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wow' how sad this poem was...